A Dreaming After More

Just another bar of soap
Just another shake of salt
The faucet dripped again
But nobody had to look to know

That the newspaper was wet on the doorstep
Yet not so much as the rag in the sink
Or the corners of my eyes that went unnoticed
While the voice on the radio claimed to tell

Of secrets & beginnings; adventures that don't exist
Believe me when I tell you,
That the rubber meets the road
Only to bring me right back home

Where the photos always smile back and
The clothes are worn but undeniably threaded still
Where all good friends are waiting
To pass their days with ease

I hang my coat in the closet
Amidst a breathless air
And admit to myself a something
That I wouldn't have said before

The only thing that seals these days
Of yawns and feigned smiles shared
Is the turning of another tired page
And a dreaming after more.